"But if this is love, if I really do love you, do you love me too? I’m not sure what to say next. I was going to go further into an explanation of what I believe love to be, but quite frankly I’m not so sure myself. I try to wrap my brain around it, but really you can’t put a definition to love. You either feel it or you don’t. And that’s just it, love can’t be defined. Love is an indefinite object that you can only feel deep in your heart. Love creeps up on you when you least expect it, and at first it is masked by confusion and once you diagnose it, once you are able to figure out what that feeling is, you often try to deny it. You don’t want to love that person. You don’t want to admit it. Not when they don’t love you back. Not when there’s tears streaming down your face and not when those feelings are just rushing through you faster than anything you’ve ever felt.
But that’s the thing about love. It chooses you, you can’t choose who you’re in love with or how or why or even when. It just happens and it may happen with the right person or it may happen with the wrong person, but who really knows? Did I just define love in some way, shape, or form? I described it as accurately as I could. But the thing is, I think I’ve fallen in love with you."
"No relationship is all sunshine, but two people can share one umbrella and survive the storm together."
"I’ve been giving up on people too easily. If they don’t call, if they don’t try - then I don’t. It’s not fair to lay the blame on them when I’m not calling either I’m just as much at fault. I’ve got a lot of resentment for old friends - for letting me go without a fight. I just want someone to call and say "I miss you, how are you?" I just want to call someone and say "I miss you, I’m sorry." I want to be brave enough to stay in one place."
"I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it."
"He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you."